Tang Chen brought Tang Xiao with him as he flew all the way back to the Clear Sky Sect, Qian Daoliu's expression ugly.
Bo Saixi followed closely behind, observing the scale of the Clear Sky Sect.
Hearing the commotion outside, elders immediately came out to inspect.
"Qian Daoliu, didn't we chase Tang Hao out of the Clear Sky Sect long ago? What are you here for again?"
Having just discussed how to kick Spirit Hall when it was down during its internal chaos, the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall had appeared at the sect gates in the blink of an eye.
This Clear Sky Sect elder felt his heart leap wildly, suspecting that a spy had emerged within the sect.
Therefore, he hurriedly brought up Tang Hao, hoping to divert Qian Daoliu's attention.
"Chased Tang Hao out of the Clear Sky Sect?"
Hearing the elder's words, Tang Chen was stunned.
In all the years he had been away, what on earth had happened?
Soon, Tang Xiao also walked out with the other elders.
Seeing the three figures in the air, he was stunned at first, his face filled with sheer disbelief:
"Grandfather, is that you, Grandfather?"
"It's me, I'm back."
The three landed on the ground, and Tang Chen patted his eldest grandson's shoulder, feeling a pang of heartache.
"Xiaor, you've already become a Titled Douluo. Not bad, not bad at all.
What was that about chasing Tang Hao out of the Clear Sky Sect just now?"
"Grandfather, Qian Daoliu previously brought people from Spirit Hall to the gates of the Clear Sky Sect and forced us to cast Tang Hao out!"
Seeing their sect's Peerless Douluo finally return, Tang Xiao immediately began recounting Spirit Hall's oppression of the Clear Sky Sect over the years.
The more he listened, the darker Tang Chen's expression grew.
"Qian Daoliu, what is the meaning of this? Didn't you make me a promise?"
Before Tang Chen left, the two had fought once, ending with Tang Chen narrowly winning by half a move.
Because of this, Qian Daoliu had sworn an oath that as long as he lived, Spirit Hall would never attack the Clear Sky Sect.
Yet, according to Tang Xiao, Spirit Hall had not only pressured the Clear Sky Sect, but had even forced them to banish Tang Hao.
Faced with Tang Chen's questioning, Qian Daoliu glanced at the angry crowd within the Clear Sky Sect, his expression turning calm instead.
"Qian Xunji is dead."
"What?"
Hearing Qian Daoliu's words, Tang Chen was taken aback.
Qian Xunji had previously been the pope of Spirit Hall and was a Titled Douluo himself.
In the Douluo Realm, who could possibly kill him?
Soon, a Clear Sky Sect elder came forward to recount the whole story of how Qian Xunji had hunted down a Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast and clashed with Tang Hao.
After hearing the sequence of events and looking at the impassive Qian Daoliu, Tang Chen felt a complex mix of emotions in his heart.
From the perspective of both sides, neither had done anything wrong.
Qian Xunji wanted to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast to acquire resources, which was naturally permissible.
Yet that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was Tang Hao's wife, so Tang Hao fighting back fiercely to protect her was even less of a problem.
As for Qian Xunji bringing a group of Spirit Hall Titled Douluos and still being heavily injured by Tang Hao, he could only blame himself for being too weak.
As for him later being seized of an opportunity and killed by Bibi Dong, that was simply the bitter fruit Qian Xunji had sown beforehand.
Therefore, Qian Xunji's death could blame no one else.
And Qian Daoliu, acting as Qian Xunji's father, avenging his son without dealing a fatal blow to Tang Hao could also be considered showing restraint.
"Life extinguished, debts settled. Let it all pass."
Matters had reached this point, and nothing could reverse the situation now.
Qian Daoliu turned, transforming into a streak of Golden Light that vanished at the edge of the sky.
Having laid bare this old grievance from years ago in front of Tang Chen and Bo Saixi, Qian Daoliu had also lost interest in pursuing Bibi Dong.
Tang Chen and Bo Saixi had already attained godhood, and the Clear Sky Sect and Sea God Island would form a new pinnacle of power.
Even if he himself attained godhood, he could not resist such an overarching trend.
Moreover, in the face of the revelation that deities walked the mortal world, everyone would soon forget about Bibi Dong.
Right now, he still needed to find Qian Renxue as quickly as possible and bring her back to Spirit Hall.
Outside Zi Tian Palace, Qianjun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo had already arrived at the scene.
Seeing the opposing forces of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire locked in a standoff, Qianjun Douluo paused in mid-air.
Wielding his Coiling Dragon Staff, the imposing might of a Titled Douluo pressed down directly toward the soul masters of the two great empires.
"Now, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast is taken over by my Spirit Hall. Step aside, all of you!"
Feeling the pressure of the Titled Douluo and hearing the name of Spirit Hall, many soul masters stepped back a few paces, yet remained reluctant to abandon the Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast.
"Might I ask which Your Grace you are?"
Within the camps of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, a Titled Douluo immediately flew out from each, cautiously inquiring toward Qianjun Douluo.
One could sense from their aura alone that Qianjun Douluo was considerably stronger than the Titled Douluos who had appeared from the two empires.
"I am the Sixth Enshrined of Spirit Hall, titled Qianjun. He is the Seventh Enshrined of Spirit Hall, titled Demon Subduing. Any problems?"
Upon hearing Qianjun Douluo state his title, Yu Xiaogang down below trembled all over.
After waiting for so long, he had finally managed to wait for the powerhouses of Spirit Hall.
And they were even two Enshrined of Spirit Hall-one must know that entering the Worship Hall required a cultivation level of at least Rank 95 or above.
With these two powerhouses protecting him, wouldn't capturing Xiao Wu be as easy as turning over one's hand?
Fantasizing about the glorious moment about to befall him, Yu Xiaogang pulled the Pope Token from his bosom and stepped forward.
However, yet another Titled Douluo took to the air, cutting off his action.
"Spirit Hall really puts on quite the majestic display. Is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast something you raised yourselves?"
Hearing this Titled Douluo's words, Qianjun Douluo turned sideways slightly and sized him up.
"To dare speak to Spirit Hall like that, whose family do you belong to?"
The newly emerged Titled Douluo panicked slightly, but immediately regained his composure.
"Whose family? I just happened to be passing by and haven't joined any faction.
Stepping forward now is simply because I can't stomach your Spirit Hall's methods."
Hearing this unfamiliar Titled Douluo speak with such a righteous tone, Qianjun Douluo let out a sneer, the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand instantly growing larger as he smashed it down directly.
"Spirit Hall, are you truly so unreasonable?"
Seeing Qianjun Douluo strike without warning, the unfamiliar Titled Douluo hurriedly dodged while shouting out loud.
His cultivation was only at Rank 92, and facing Qianjun Douluo at Rank 96, he could only scurry about in all directions.
"You certainly can run."
With a single staff strike missing its mark, Qianjun Douluo narrowed his eyes slightly, the Soul Power fluctuations on his body instantly surging to their absolute peak.
His mighty Soul Power was poured without reservation into the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand.
Regardless of whose family this jumped-up Titled Douluo came from, since he dared to block Spirit Hall's path, he would be smashed to pieces with a single staff strike.
Kill him to establish their prestige!
Seeing that Qianjun Douluo truly harbored a murderous intent, the strange Titled Douluo hurriedly shouted downward:
"Attack now, we signed an alliance!"
Several figures leaped out once more, joining forces with this Titled Douluo to block Qianjun Douluo's strike.
The collision of their Soul Power triggered a violent explosion, and many ordinary soul masters were caught in the shockwave, knocked flat onto the ground.
"Are those all Titled Douluos? When did they get here?"
"Idiot! Do they have to send you an invitation to come? These big shots obviously prepared for this in advance. Let's go, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast is no longer something we can harbor delusions about."
In an instant, the ordinary soul masters of the two great empires retreated one after another, leaving the central area wide open.
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